All Chapters of Beauty and Her Beast: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I pull my hood closer as I try my best to keep dry, I never expected that this morning could get any worse than normal but, as is my luck, the weather decided it could ruin my day. The rain is lashing down heavily and while that alone wouldn’t normally be an issue, the wind was so strong that it ripped my cheap umbrella to shreds in minutes. I am still ten minutes away from work and I hurry down the street hoping to get there before I’m completely soaked. Since the rain is in my eyes, I am finding it hard to see and suddenly I collide with a wall so hard, that I bounce off and land on my ass in a puddle. ‘Nooo! I don’t need this.’ As tears threaten to pool in my eyes, I look up to try to see what I bumped into and am met by a person, not a wall. He is standing at the crosswalk waiting for the light to change and I realise that if he hadn’t been there to block me, I would have walked out in front of the traffic. Before I have the chance to apologise his surprised look turns into a sc

“So, are you ready to go?” “Mmm.” “Come on Grant, I know you’re hungry, maybe today we can order those tea cakes.” “What is it with you and that tiny cafe anyway?” “Best coffee in town and great service. Although, she hasn’t been there the last couple of days and no one will answer me when I ask.” That catches my attention, I know who he is talking about, the goth girl who served us on Monday, and made me that latte with the wing in the foam. I was surprised by the choice of decoration and was suspicious of Ellis when he sat staring at me over his regular coffee as I took a sip. I was shocked when the flavour hit my tongue, I am usually particular about how I like my coffee made but this was definitely the best latte I have ever tasted. A shame I was still in a bad mood, from my earlier run-in with some punk in the rain. Who bumps into someone else and doesn’t even apologise, then has the audacity to call me, rude? I didn’t see where they went as the rain was too heavy and I wa

I thought he was going to touch my cheek and instinctively flinched but then he surprised me by pulling away. No one has ever noticed in time to stop before and I wonder if he is just naturally observant. But the severe expression on his face was more frightening to me than the idea of being touched by him, the similarity to my stepdad was enough for me to have flashbacks and I don’t like it. Once they leave, I get up and take a look at myself in the mirror, my makeup is a streaky mess but thankfully it is just my eyes. Everything else is still fine, so I rinse and reapply my eye makeup, while Anya watches from the doorway. “You know, despite the fact that the two of you argued so fiercely, I think he likes you.” “Ha! What, ever would make you think that a guy like him, would ever want anything to do with a person like me.” “Oh, just the fact that he marched your attacker off premises and then came looking for you to make sure you were okay. Broke the door down to help you and cau

I was disappointed when I found out that she was not working on the weekend as I had wanted to attempt to clear the air before my flight. I stayed up late the night before plagued by thoughts of her and how we were unable to have a civil conversation, which only continued to annoy me more and more, as time passed by.I cannot understand why the thought of her disliking me upsets me so much. I never had this issue with my ex, in fact I only married her because our families insisted on it, there was never any love there.Attraction was not necessary for me to be able to coexist with her in our home and the sex was fine, but even when the frequency became less, I didn’t care.Now I see it for what it was, a sign that she was playing around outside of our relationship, whereas I remained loyal to her all the way through. It is hurting her now, which I relish because she broke the terms of our marriage by cheating and therefore, I have the right to demand a divorce and am not obligated to

I have no idea what possessed me to call him, but I am glad I did. Talking with him is so natural, it is just like breathing. There is never a time that we struggle to find a topic and before I know it, dawn is breaking on the horizon and I have spent the entire night talking to this man. His voice rolls over me like warm syrup and holds my attention like no other person ever has. It’s been an entire week since that first call and so far, we have spoken every night until either, really late or until dawn. I’ve managed to avoid telling him about my insomnia, as he either takes me at my word for not being tired or he insists on hanging up, when he realises how late it is, which I find really sweet. I never thought that I would place Grant and sweet in the same sentence, but it happened, and I was a giggling mess for about ten minutes afterwards. Jack and Anya have noticed a change in my mood, but I have not told them that I’m talking to him. Something is holding me back from saying a